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dust. He got all of the windows open to air them out.
Frank and Gabe were in the barn, looking through things and puttering. The generator purred away quietly. The tow truck battery wouldn’t charge, so they drove it back into the barn and shut it off. Frank’s phone rang. He answered it.
“Frank?”
“Charlie, what’s up?”
“The city power is getting turned on in a little while. When it does, the generator should go off on its own. It’s set up as a backup generator.”
“Howard’s getting us set up?”
“Yeah, but we’ll have to take up a collection. The country and city will let us have this place if we pay the taxes.”
“The back taxes?”
“Naw, just going forward,” he said, “but it’ll still be a little pricey.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Frank said. “I’ve got a lot of money. I don’t mind spending a chunk of it.”
“Yeah, me too, but a lot of us don’t.”
“When are you guys coming over?”
“We’re leaving in about half an hour,” Charlie said. “I just got back from the Department store with the women. They picked up new bedding for the trailers and some other household stuff. How are they looking?”
“I haven’t been in them. Terry’s been cleaning them out. They look good from the outside, now that we’ve cleaned up the ground around them. We’ve got plenty of spaces for our rigs cleaned out, too.”
“Excellent,” Charlie said. “I told Howard about the other stuff we need, like glass. He’s helping me set that up. Oh, and I got a battery for that tow truck, and we put in an order for the generator batteries.”
“Good, things are falling into place.”
“Been on your app lately?”
“Yeah, Charlie. No movement of the cretins.”
“They’re dead, ten to one.”
“Hopefully. See you in a little while, Charlie.”
“Okay, take care.”
Frank put his phone back in his pocket.
“What’s the deal?” Gabe asked, walking up.
“Charlie and Howard are getting the power turned back on. When you hear the generator stop, we should have it.”
“Oh, fail over system, eh?”
“Yeah. You pick out a trailer yet?”
“I was just about to go over there,” Gabe replied. “I saw Terry bring quite a few trash bags out and throw them on the fire. What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready to start messing with the internet set up,” Frank said. “But I think I’ll wait on that until after the city power comes on to try it. Don’t need a surge screwing the electronics up.”
Gabe nodded, and started walking out towards the trailers.
“I’ll go measure for the windows,” Frank said. He picked up a dusty pad of paper that was sitting on the work bench, and the measuring tape that he found in one of the drawers. He left the barn, heading for the clubhouse.
“Hey, Terry,” Gabe said, walking up. “How do they look?”
Terry turned around and smiled, a damp rag in his hand that was covered with dirt. “Surprising good. We need some stuff though. Bedding especially. I trashed all of it.”
“Know which one you want?”
“Any of the four travel trailers would be fine,” Terry said. “The nicest one is the 5 th wheel of course, but I’m fine with letting Dobie have that one.”
“At least they all look level, thanks to the jacks,” Gabe said. “These suckers probably haven’t been moved for more than ten years.”
“So who all needs trailers again?” Terry asked.
“Jake, Dobie, me, and you,” he said. “We’ll have one left over.”
“Well, go ahead and pick one, then,” Terry said. “I’ll be able to let Trish pick between a couple of them, at least.”
“There much difference?”
“All but one of them are about twenty six feet. The little guy over there is only about twenty. It’s old, but it’s got a lot of class.”
“Okay,” Gabe said. “Any of them you’re partial too?”
“I like this one the best,” he said, pointing to the one right behind him. “But any of the larger ones would work. I
Frank and Gabe were in the barn, looking through things and puttering. The generator purred away quietly. The tow truck battery wouldn’t charge, so they drove it back into the barn and shut it off. Frank’s phone rang. He answered it.
“Frank?”
“Charlie, what’s up?”
“The city power is getting turned on in a little while. When it does, the generator should go off on its own. It’s set up as a backup generator.”
“Howard’s getting us set up?”
“Yeah, but we’ll have to take up a collection. The country and city will let us have this place if we pay the taxes.”
“The back taxes?”
“Naw, just going forward,” he said, “but it’ll still be a little pricey.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Frank said. “I’ve got a lot of money. I don’t mind spending a chunk of it.”
“Yeah, me too, but a lot of us don’t.”
“When are you guys coming over?”
“We’re leaving in about half an hour,” Charlie said. “I just got back from the Department store with the women. They picked up new bedding for the trailers and some other household stuff. How are they looking?”
“I haven’t been in them. Terry’s been cleaning them out. They look good from the outside, now that we’ve cleaned up the ground around them. We’ve got plenty of spaces for our rigs cleaned out, too.”
“Excellent,” Charlie said. “I told Howard about the other stuff we need, like glass. He’s helping me set that up. Oh, and I got a battery for that tow truck, and we put in an order for the generator batteries.”
“Good, things are falling into place.”
“Been on your app lately?”
“Yeah, Charlie. No movement of the cretins.”
“They’re dead, ten to one.”
“Hopefully. See you in a little while, Charlie.”
“Okay, take care.”
Frank put his phone back in his pocket.
“What’s the deal?” Gabe asked, walking up.
“Charlie and Howard are getting the power turned back on. When you hear the generator stop, we should have it.”
“Oh, fail over system, eh?”
“Yeah. You pick out a trailer yet?”
“I was just about to go over there,” Gabe replied. “I saw Terry bring quite a few trash bags out and throw them on the fire. What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready to start messing with the internet set up,” Frank said. “But I think I’ll wait on that until after the city power comes on to try it. Don’t need a surge screwing the electronics up.”
Gabe nodded, and started walking out towards the trailers.
“I’ll go measure for the windows,” Frank said. He picked up a dusty pad of paper that was sitting on the work bench, and the measuring tape that he found in one of the drawers. He left the barn, heading for the clubhouse.
“Hey, Terry,” Gabe said, walking up. “How do they look?”
Terry turned around and smiled, a damp rag in his hand that was covered with dirt. “Surprising good. We need some stuff though. Bedding especially. I trashed all of it.”
“Know which one you want?”
“Any of the four travel trailers would be fine,” Terry said. “The nicest one is the 5 th wheel of course, but I’m fine with letting Dobie have that one.”
“At least they all look level, thanks to the jacks,” Gabe said. “These suckers probably haven’t been moved for more than ten years.”
“So who all needs trailers again?” Terry asked.
“Jake, Dobie, me, and you,” he said. “We’ll have one left over.”
“Well, go ahead and pick one, then,” Terry said. “I’ll be able to let Trish pick between a couple of them, at least.”
“There much difference?”
“All but one of them are about twenty six feet. The little guy over there is only about twenty. It’s old, but it’s got a lot of class.”
“Okay,” Gabe said. “Any of them you’re partial too?”
“I like this one the best,” he said, pointing to the one right behind him. “But any of the larger ones would work. I
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